House Sitter Bondage
In the other room the dog barked once, and Lori heard what
she thought was the door. Fear gripped her, did she lock it after Stan left? “
LORI” It was Stan’s voice. Her fear waned into embarrassment as she thought of
him seeing her like this. Humiliating to be sure, but at least she wouldn’t be
dangling here for two days! Footsteps sounded in the hallway and her heart
began to race, her mind trying to find a way to explain to him why she had
snooped through his home. He appeared in the doorway, tall lean and sexy as
usual, with a complete look of shock on his face that seemed to morph into a
devious smile. He just stood there staring at her. She was trying to yell
through the gag, but knew her words were unintelligible. She shook her arms
rattling the metal connectors, and glanced in the mirror. Her lithe form
drenched in her own juices, bound helpless. “Welcome home now get me the fuck
down” she tried shouting. CLICK She squealed and screamed and flung her legs
straight out trying to dislodge the plug from the wall and shut off the now
unwelcomed assault on her pussy. Yet Stan just stood there watching the scene
unfold. Her body once again responded to the vibe and her shrieks turned to
moans as her hips once again started thrusting back and forth as though seeking
a cock to impale her pussy on. No he moved into the room, she watched him
noting the erection swelling in his jeans and knowing she would live out her
biggest fantasy tonight.
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